Archive for

Here’s Why

Posted on July 10, 2012

I planted a garden because it brings me disproportionate joy. Watering the plants is my worship. The smell of the water from the garden hose, the way my thumb shakes with exertion from making the water spray wide, to the way the cold droplets play rat a tat tat on my feet. I lose myself in the unhurried caretaking of the plants that will contribute to feeding my family. I take my morning coffee outside and tiptoe to the mini garden at the foot of the deck and squeal, “OhmygoshIgrewanhonesttogoodnesscucumber!” I run breathlessly upstairs to Sean brandishing the cucumber. “Do you see this? I grew this!” I beam as the girls ooh and ah over the progress of the broccoli and tomatoes. “Mom, are…

+Read more

Laboring Love

Posted on July 8, 2012

Labor of love is kind of a tired phrase, isn’t it? I’m guilty of doing that thing where you use incredibly descriptive words to assign more importance and depth to a thing, sometimes more for my own benefit than for those that I am talking to. Maybe I put the girls off to finish drafting copy, or I bag going to the gym or getting my hair done in order to do something else. The guilt will gnaw at me so I construct a scenario where what I have done was worth the things I sacrificed. I’m getting smarter. I am saying no more, making myself acknowledge when something is getting more time, energy or, yes, love. Yet life and work continue and every…

+Read more

Bending to Gratitude

Posted on July 4, 2012

Less than two years ago I was learning that living is not a promise. A year ago I was discovering that how I feel (and look) is all up to me. This year I am sitting with my girls reflecting on how very lucky we all are. We have so much on account of the things people before us have done. The things we are doing today may very well influence the life of someone who will come after us. I am choosing to give my gratitude space to live in the decisions I make. Kindness, empathy, generosity. Calm time with my family, driven action at work and a willingness to keep an open mind in each moment. Wishing you a happy 4th of…

+Read more

The Workplace

Posted on July 2, 2012

Finley clung to me this morning, her little chin wrinkled with lines of worry as her jaw clenched and her eyes filled with tears. “I don’t wanna go to camp. I just want to be being with you on this day.” It was not the way I wanted the day to go. I wanted the three girls to go happily off to camp so that they could get the attention they needed, I could get things done and, in essence, everything would be smooth and controlled. I had to make a decision. The thing in my gut that comes out every once in a while, let’s call it guilt, made me relent. “Ok, you can come to work.” What I should have done next…

+Read more

%d bloggers like this: